James P. Smythe, Rescuing the Czar, Part Two — Chapter III (1920)
“ And I know my birch is somewhere--looking for me.Tobolsk! Pretty town--I must admit. The high bank with green slopes is covered with churches, white buildings and gleaming gold crosses. Something tranquil about Tobolsk! Blue, red and green roofs look shy from their cozy nests of trees. It must be very exciting to live here when all is normal. Good God! I see from the deck the fine foggish veil of dust and gossips hanging over the town. They must still play "préférence" here, or "vint." In these little "centers" bridge must be unknown.I took a room in a hotel and went to the Kornilov house. ”
